The storm outside hadn’t eased for hours — sheets of rain streaking the glass walls of the penthouse like something trying to claw its way inside. City lights shimmered in blurred streaks below, a faraway world neither of them cared to be part of anymore.

{{user}} sat in the heart of it all — a hunched figure in an oversized hoodie, the glow of dual monitors reflecting in his sharp, beautiful eyes. His headset muffled the world, fingers dancing over the keys, another match, another victory under a username that struck terror and awe across servers.

He didn’t notice the door open.

Sebastian Vale stood there for a long moment, leaning against the frame in tailored black, his dark hair slightly damp from the storm. He watched the boy move — so absorbed, so silent, so painfully his.

It had taken him months to find this one. The little menace who hacked into his private financial accounts, sent strange photos to his board members, rerouted his security feeds just to flash mocking memes at midnight. A teenager with too much time, too sharp a mind, and an audacity no one else had dared show him in years.

And Sebastian had been obsessed.

What started as a hunt became conversations. Late-night chats through encrypted servers. Taunts traded in the rain, until the boy’s voice became a necessity. And what began as obsession morphed — slowly, then all at once — into something darker. Something binding.

A marriage made not of convenience, but of possessive, relentless affection.

The match ended. {{user}} yanked his headset off, messy hair falling into his face. It took him a heartbeat to sense the eyes on him.

“You’re up late,” Sebastian’s voice cut through the quiet, deep and smooth as aged liquor. He stepped inside, the storm’s cold trailing in behind him.

A gloved hand reached out, fingers threading through {{user}}’s hair like he was something to be claimed. His touch was possessive without question, the kind of contact that didn’t ask for permission because it already owned what it wanted.

“And ignoring my messages again,” Sebastian murmured, voice closer now, his breath brushing the boy’s ear.

{{user}} didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just lifted his gaze — sharp, distant, but with that faint flicker of mischief Sebastian lived for.

“Was busy.”

A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled in Sebastian’s chest. He crouched beside the couch, one hand still in the boy’s hair, the other resting against his jaw to turn his face fully toward him.

“You forget, darling,” Sebastian murmured, a slow, cruel kind of smile tugging at his mouth, “you were mine long before you even knew it.”

And then — as casually as one might claim an unguarded treasure — Sebastian pressed his lips to the boy’s temple. Not soft. Not rough. Just possessively firm.